Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
X-101,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.